157 Must Never Fall into Anyone Else's Hands

Chapter 743: 157 Must Never Fall into Anyone Else's Hands

In Dogtown, quite a few people could see that Hansen's impromptu banquet and announcement of an heir were really a trap. Naturally, Rosalind Myles, who was now under tight protection, was among them.

"We have to go."

Her decision was brief and resolute.

She had only narrowly escaped Hansen's attack not long ago, yet faced with this murderous "invitation," she expressed her willingness to attend without hesitation. That almost reckless decisiveness made Oliver, who was responsible for protecting her, immediately furrow his brow.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ms. Rosalind—no, President Myles," he drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm and impatience. "You don't seriously think our protection job is some easy assignment, do you? What we agreed on was ensuring your safety. It didn't include accompanying you to your death. Yes, I admit that as someone from Santo Domingo, I have a certain degree of respect for you. But my 'Old America sentiments' aren't strong enough for me to willingly jump into a fire pit."

"Oliver."

Jack interrupted his complaints at the right moment, though his own brows were tightly drawn as well.

Having been a mercenary for years, he knew well how to phrase things when dealing with important figures. He turned to Rosalind, his tone more restrained than Oliver's, but no less disapproving.

"President Myles, this isn't within the scope of our contract. For your own safety, you'd better think this through carefully. I don't know much about the games you politicians play, but an opponent who wanted you dead one moment sends you an invitation the next, and you plan to accept? That isn't normal. It's even..."

Jack paused, carefully choosing his words. "It's practically walking straight into the other side's trap. Our orders are to protect you, not